

Elit poem : Abuse to EuphoriaThe day Mom left, she went to the store. We were out of butter so she went to get more. She died when I was seven, and never came back. Dad lied but I heard she died in a car crash.Elit poem : Abuse to Euphoria
Since then Dad has changed Far beyond recognition. He no longer cracks jokes Or brings me on pretend expeditions.
In the day he goes out and dumps me at home, Leaving me to my own devices. At night I must ensure Im quiet Or pay my dads heavy prices.
Every night when Dad returns, The skys already dark. Moon floating eerily in its midst, A
by £deviantWEAR
by *trenchmaker
--
Follow me on FaceBook! [link]
"You gotta be genuine; that's the name of this game. If you're real, you got nothin' to worry about. But if you're synthetic, startin' tomorrow, your balls come off."
--
I just saw a nun fall over at the roadside.
--
I just saw a nun fall over at the roadside.
--
I just saw a nun fall over at the roadside.
Previous Page12345...Next Page